Author's notes: This story takes place very soon after the end of the Second Galactic Civil War. It is a prequel to Imperial Prostitute SX-51472. Thanks to meathead96 for editing this entire story for me.

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“Hey
Jag, thank you so much for inviting me here,” Jaina said as she
sank into the chair in front of his desk.

Jaina
felt a flash of annoyance from the young aide that had escorted her
in, but since she hid it well, she dismissed it. Probably
about me calling him Jag instead of His High Imperialness,
she thought to herself. She was curious about the unusual spectacles
and earpieces that the aide was wearing, though.

Moff
Fel glanced at the ProCorps trooper that was serving as his personal
assistant. “That will be all,” he told her.

“Yes,
Your Excellency,” she replied with a smile, and walked out of
his office, closing the door behind herself.

“Hello,
Jaina,” Moff Fel said once the ProCorps trooper had left.
“Welcome to the Empire.”

Jaina
chuckled, then said, “Well, I just had to get away from
everything back home for awhile.” Then she displayed the five
centimeter wide silver durasteel chrono and comlink on her wrists.
“Besides, you sent me such wonderful gifts.”

Moff
Fel smiled a little wider. “I'm glad you like them,” he
replied. Then he got down to business. “So, are you ready to
begin your training and serve the Empire?”

“Of
course,” Jaina answered with a smile. “You know how much
I love being in a starfighter cockpit.”

“Oh,
about that,” Moff Fel replied with a slight frown. “Instead
of putting you straight into advanced flight training we are going to
send you to basic training first; to acclimate you to the Imperial
way.”

“I
know,” Moff Fel replied soothingly. “But the Moff
council insisted that you complete basic before I give you an
Imperial command.”

“Okay,”
Jaina responded after a few moments consideration. “I'll do
it. I can handle getting yelled at and doing push-ups for a few
weeks.”

“Great,”
Moff Fel said. “Imperial basic training is rather intense
though. You'll have to obey every command without question.”

“Yes,
Your Excellency,” Jaina replied sarcastically.

Moff
Fel smiled back at her. “And absolutely no influencing the
Empire's instructors with the Force,” he told her sternly. “If
they tell you to drop and do fifty push-ups, then you'll drop and do
fifty push-ups.”

“I
won't,” Jaina promised with a smile.

Moff
Fel nodded. “Good, I know I can trust you. There are a couple
of things we need to take care of first. You already formally
resigned your commission from the Galactic Alliance Military, so
that's taken care of.” He glanced down at his desk a moment,
then looked back up at her. “As an Imperial recruit, you are
not allowed to carry a personal weapon, so I need you to give me your
lightsaber,” he said as he held out his hand expectantly.

Jaina
frowned as she unclipped her lightsaber from her belt. “Well,
okay. As long as we understand that I get it back at the end of
basic,” she said as she passed it over to him.

“It
will be waiting for you, safe and sound,” he assured her as he
locked it away in his desk drawer. “Now, there is the matter
of the X-wing that you flew here in. You'll have to sign it over to
the Empire for storage while you are in training as well.”

Jaina
frowned again. “I can't just leave it with you?” she
asked.

“Jaina,
it's against regulations. I can't keep the personal starfighter of
an Imperial Naval Recruit. I'm already making a big exception for
your lightsaber.”

Moff
Fel hit the intercom on his desk. “Fifty-Eight, we're ready
for you,” he said.

“Yes,
Your Excellency,” his aide replied cheerfully through the
intercom.

Before
Jaina could ask what kind of name Fifty-Eight was, his aide entered
the office. She walked to Jag's desk in her absurdly high heeled
boots, and held a data pad out towards her. As Jaina took it from
her, she noticed the silver durasteel comlink around her right wrist.
It looked just like the one around her own wrist.

“Nice
comlink,” Jaina told her with a smile as she began scanning the
document displayed on the datapad.

“Thanks,”
Fifty-Eight answered with her own smile. “I like yours, too.”

“Thanks,”
Jaina answered, blushing slightly.

“Oh,
Jaina, don't forget to include the access codes for your X-wing and
the astromech,” Moff Fel reminded her.

“Okay,”
Jaina replied reluctantly. She sensed annoyance from Moff Fel's
aide, and glanced back up at her. She was still smiling politely.
Jaina went back to the datapad and punched in the access codes for
her X-wing and astromech. Then she put her thumb print in the
appropriate place, effectively signing the document, which also
prevented it from being changed. Once that was done, Jaina passed
the datapad back to the aide.

“I
hope you enjoy your training,” Fifty-Eight said as accepted the
datapad from her.

“Thanks,”
Jaina answered with her own smile.

* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

Jaina
spent the next two days getting ready for Imperial basic training.
As part of her processing she had to speak to a psychologist. She
recommended counseling sessions
twice a week during basic training for Jaina, due to the recent death
of a sibling, and underlying sexual issues. Jaina didn't really
understand what she meant by the “underlying sexual issues”
part, but didn't argue the point.

Jaina
was also given a complete physical exam, and a half-dozen
shots. She knew that she didn't need them, but since she was being
just a regular Imperial recruit, she stoically accepted them. It was
harder to accept being given a birth control shot that would keep her
from getting pregnant for one year, though. The Doctor insisted the
shot was standard for all female Imperial Recruits, based on the
length of their enlistment. Since she was only going through basic
training, she got the shortest option.

* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

Four
days later (Two days into basic training) ...

Jedi
Knight Jaina Solo, now Imperial Naval Recruit Solo stood at rigid
attention while a short, stocky drill sergeant barked instructions at
her, and the other women in training unit 4317. Jaina had been a
little surprised upon arriving two days ago when they had all been
marched to the training center's barbershop, and the drill sergeants
had all forty of the women's heads buzz-cut.

Apparently
since the male recruits had to get buzz-cuts, so did the women. The
Empire was all about equality now.

Besides
their buzz-cuts, all thirty-nine women were wearing black undertunic
tank tops with built in support for their breasts, short black gym
shorts, and black slip-on shower shoes. They were all also wearing
black panties, although they weren't visible. The Imperial Emblem
was on the front of each top, in silver. Written across the back of
each pair of shorts were the words Imperial Property, also in silver.

“Yes
Drill Sergeant!” Jaina, as well as the rest of training unit
4317 shouted in unison. Due to her previous military experience,
Jaina had been made recruit leader of the training unit.

“I
can't hear you!” he insisted loudly.

“Yes
Drill Sergeant!” they screamed louder.

“Good.
Now bunk up!” he instructed them.

“Yes
Drill Sergeant,” they shouted as they quickly climbed into
their bunks. By chance, Jaina had been assigned a top bunk. She
laid down face up, put her hands at her sides, and assumed the
position of attention again, just like every other recruit was doing.

“Good
night recruits!” the Drill Sergeant barked at them.

“Good
night Drill Sergeant!” the replied in unison.

After
he left, Jaina relaxed, and quickly fell asleep from the long day of
training.

At
0430 hours, the lights came back on and another drill sergeant
immediately began screaming at them to get out of their bunks. Jaina
awoke, and quickly scrambled to the floor where she put her black
socks and running shoes on. It seemed like she had just fallen
asleep. Less than ten minutes later, all forty recruits were on the
exercise field, ready to begin their morning physical training.

Later
that evening ...

Every
evening the recruits got one hour of free time. That was the only
time Jaina was allowed to wear her chrono and comlink, as well as the
spectacles and earpieces that Jag had given her before she had come
to basic training.

The
comlink wouldn't connect to the Imperial HoloNet while she was in
basic training. It did have some great—and very relaxing—music
stored on it that she was currently listening to through her
earpieces though. The comlink also had Imperial training manuals
that she could either listen to, or read through her spectacles.
Right now she was looking through one of the many colorful,
transparent patterns that were also stored on the comlink. She was
still getting used to seeing everything through
the patterns on the spectacles, though.

When
Jaina sat down, she had planned on writing her parents, but it didn't
seem important anymore. Instead, she set the datapad in her locker,
leaned back against the wall, and contently stared at the patterns on
her spectacles, and listened to the music through her earpieces.

The
tall woman stared down at her a few seconds. “An officer? I
would have figured you as a janitorial tech, or the ProC—nevermind.
I'm sure the Empire will find you a suitable position for you to
serve,” she said.

“Alright
then, whatever makes you feel comfortable,” he said soothingly.
Then he glanced at her wrists. Her chrono and comlink were both
directly over the magnets in the armrests. “I assume you want
me to activate the maglocks?” he asked her.

“Please?”
Jaina asked earnestly. “I felt so much more relaxed the other
day restrained during my session, Doctor Street,” she
explained. He hit a button on his desk, and Jaina felt her wrists
lock to the armrests.

“Comfy?”
he asked her.

“Yes
Doctor Street,” Jaina replied with a sincere smile. “Thank
you.”

“Okay
then. How has your training been going?” Doctor Street asked
her after he moved from behind his desk to the form chair across from
her.

Jaina
frowned slightly. “Not so good. We did some ambush exercises,
and I was the first one to get shot once, and second the other three
times, and I didn't shoot anyone, either. Since I got the lowest
score in the unit, I have to shine everyone's boots,” she
replied. “But I don't mind that part,” she added.

“Well,
I'm sorry to hear that,” Doctor Street replied. Then he
glanced down at his notes. “You mean you didn't shoot a single
other recruit?”

“No,
Doctor Street,” Jaina answered. “Not a single one.”

“I
must say, that is surprising with your Jedi background,” he
commented.

“Solo,
those boots better be done by morning,” the tall, muscular
eighteen year old recruit told the thirty-three year old Jedi.

“Yes
Recruit Leader Ross, they will,” Jaina assured her from the
floor, where she was shining her fourteenth pair of boots.

“And
make sure you do your own, last, Solo,” Ross told her.

“Yes
Recruit Leader,” Jaina replied.

Jaina
knew that she would have to stay up long after lights out to finish
all forty pairs. She would have to do it in the 'fresher too, so she
didn't disturb the rest of her unit's sleep. At least she could
listen to her music and watch the patterns on her spectacles while
she worked, though.

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